truth And everyday's a Saturday to him he sleeps in to a quarter past noon What are you gonna do with your life friend? Can you actually comprehend some responsibility Get off
front like she's hard to get off? Tell that finger lickin' chicken bring the barbecue sauce [Motive:] Ayo I stay clean Rake Doe, lay low with a full
shape was tip-top and it can be no greater display I pray today and see the devil takin off the Earth But I'm lay it, keep on makin shit for what it'
bling Watch the watch sing, be like bada bing bada bling I'm still chamillitary the down south don king I ain't gotta fight, until one of my soldiers off
the turntable keeps on turnin and turnin nothing can fuck w/ the way it goes around first off focus, figure out why you wrote it what's the motive, what
you murdered let's say for instance That it's sickness and you did him Pull the trigger bust the gun (are they evil) The motive was death You took his
glass But in the cold calm of the morning, lay like a death-kite on your lawn I came to your party dressed as a shadow, without invitation, without a motive
is bullshit and played Next time I'm blazin niggas wit the 12 gauge I had it made, was on my way to LA To lay low, nigga And stay to' Up off the Hennesy
Just wanna lay up, damn I need two minutes to rest, go 'head and take the Lex' out, scram Then it's beef in the jump off, 'cause I needed one off It's
yo, I'm tryin' to get it at any cost so it's no remorse When I'm blastin' off like you been askin' for it When Black step in the door all hats is off
, I'ma have to stand up Take game, I got grabbed up Asking me questions, interrogating The way the hatin', they just remind me of Satan Keep 'em motivating
guillotine So I was in the "cut supreme" Fifteen grams and some "greenodine" Ain't seen a block nigga since But now I'm off that
crack-a-lack, do it just like that Take a sip of this, *** have a puff of that You had enough of that? Yeah, give it right back Now lay your head back
been in this rap game for ten years, man I've been from hell and back, you know Frank But what's gon' have to do Is lay it down and lace it up like a
tha Shifts, 'cause tha thug, they creep, gon' flip it all tha reep, on tha midnight streets, where they play foe keeps, so fake soldiaz tha end Lay
proud to beg for your leg Let me push up in the thighs and fertilize your egg Let me make your nature rise along with your blood pressure Strip you down bare, lay
Money iz da motivation Facin' da avenue Back touchin' da wall Got da weed, got da gun Gotta run when I hear da bird call Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off Swerve off